The little booger started eating a chicken leg like it was a corndog at the church picnic today. We may not have been paying quite as much attention as we should have because the little stinker managed to eat the chicken's knee-- all the cartilage and some of the bone. We didn't realize it until he was actually kind of choking. (What can I say? We're
amazing parents.) He hacked everything up himself, thank goodness, but I had to fish around his mouth to get all the pieces of bone out. Ugh. It was awful.
Dinner was much more successful. (Phew!) He mainly licked ranch dressing off of broccoli, but I like to think some of the vitamins got through.
Because of lunch, Eric is calling him "Chicken Bone" now. I'm hoping that doesn't catch on, but the little stinker is already answering to it.
Maybe just C-Bone for short, later on?
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